After the call with Onuma, Qin Ran did not go to Yancheng as soon as possible.

He, there are still some things to deal with.

It's getting deeper and deeper.

The temple dinner began to come to an end.

A dinner without Qin Ran would not appear at the dinner, just like the God of Lincheng would not appear at the dinner.

Without the ‘God’ dinner, it was destined to be even more lively. The guests raised their glasses and smiled, greeted each other, and collided with each other.

Isn't this the purpose of the dinner party?

Express obedience and expand your connections.

Moreton's face was red, and tonight he seemed to be the protagonist of the dinner party.

Of course, it's just like that.

The real protagonist is not here, and the protagonist in the right corner is whispering to the real existences worth communicating in the corner.

Envy flashed in Morton's eyes.

Even though he was already standing in Hemaia's position at this moment.

But compared with the old Hemaia, Moldon is younger and has greater ambitions.

The location in front of you...

Just a starting point.

So, when I saw the old monk walking out of the corner, Morton, who had been preparing for a long time, immediately walked over with a glass of wine.

He chose a very good position, and walking over it was like a coincidence.

Even in my mind, Moulton had already thought of a word and practiced silently countless times.

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared.

Morton believed this sentence deeply.

Just as he firmly believes that he will succeed next.

"Good evening……"

Morton greeted politely.

Then, only a pair of cloudy eyes remained in his world.

Gradually, these turbid eyes became clear, just like the stream in the jungle by his home when he was a child, and it was cool and bottomed out.

The body is bathed in warm sunshine.

There are insects and birds in my ears.

Those days...

I really miss it.

Involuntarily, Moldon sighed.

Then, a question appeared in his heart.

Why don’t I go back to my original life?

My original purpose was to exchange my father with a sharp axe and a set of kitchen utensils for my mother. I came out to work for this.

But now, how long has it been since I visited them?

The last time was at the end of the year, I just sat in a hurry on the dining table.

What did they say?

They seem to be old.

They seem unhappy.

They seem to...

Very lonely.

For some reason, Malton's eyes felt hot.

When tears flowed out, he still saw those muddy eyes.

When it came to the words, Morton swallowed them back.

At this time, it is not suitable to say it.

No need to say anything.

But at least the other party showed goodwill, right?

"Thanks."

Morton said something habitually.

For those who are helpful, Moldon is always so kind.

The old monk nodded and smiled at Malton, then turned around and continued walking.

Morton looked at the other person's back until he disappeared, and then he withdrew his gaze.

He recalled what he had just thought about.

Finally, he shook his head.

He is no longer the same as he was at that time.

He couldn't let his temperament go.

He needs to know how to choose.

In the following time, Moulton seemed to have nothing happened. He continued to walk in the guests who were about to leave with his wine glass, which was no different from before.

When the last guest left, Malton left the temple.

Moreover, before leaving, he once again gave small gifts to every member of the funeral club stationed in the temple.

The kind that is exquisite and not expensive, but seems extremely attentive.

"Boss, there will be two meetings tomorrow morning."

“Several customers from Duocheng will come in the afternoon.”

"This is the document you must pass today."

As soon as he got into the car, the secretary handed over a pile of documents while talking.

Morton answered silently and began to read through the lights in the car.

The secretary gently patted the driver's seat.

She knew that she could not disturb Moulton at this time.

Similarly, she also knew that her boss would go back to the company to sleep because of the meeting tomorrow morning.

The car was moving forward at a steady and constant speed.

However, when he had just arrived at the intersection in front of the temple, Morton suddenly spoke.

"etc!"

"Go to the villa in the suburbs first."

"besides……"

"Prepare two gifts for me. It's my parents. They are old, don't choose... Forget it, you can still buy gifts until you drive."

"I'll choose it myself."

Moulton said.

The secretary looked at his boss in surprise, as if he had known him for the first time, but immediately, the secretary came back to his senses.

"OK."

“I know a place.”

“They are open all night.”

"And, tomorrow morning's meeting?"

“Sheld as usual.”

The car started again.

This time, he did not stop, but drove straight to the destination, at a faster but more stable speed.

Plan, no change.

But life has changed.

As for good or bad?
To be continued...